As Sarah stepped out of the factory, she was greeted by the first rays of dawn, but the morning light felt unnatural, like a thin veil barely holding back the creeping darkness. The oppressive silence that had plagued Pasir Gudang still lingered, but now it was quieter—more sinister. She glanced back at the factory, its looming structure now abandoned, but something in her gut told her that the true horror was far from over.

The talisman had sealed the Penunggu for now, but Sarah knew deep down that these ancient forces were not so easily vanquished. There were whispers among the people that the spirit might not be bound forever. As the sunlight pierced through the clouds, Sarah felt a shiver race down her spine. The darkness had not been vanquished; it had simply retreated into the shadows, waiting for its next opportunity to strike.